Master Devil Don't Kiss Me

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Translated, edited, and proofread by newbienoona

TN: strong jian (强jian)- fearlessly attack/rape

An Chuxia nods, agreeing without question. She casually takes the black dress into the bathroom, locking the door carefully behind her. She emerges a few minutes later, dressed. She cracks the door open only to witness a tired Han Qilu laying on the soft bed. Strange. Is he very tired?

If he"s really drunk, it might be why they"re at the hotel. She must thank him. Then, An Chuxia shakes her head. Forget it. If he"s so n.o.ble, he shouldn"t get a thank you for being angry, right? She quietly walks to his bedside. He has changed into white casual clothes. She gently sits on the bed. Her eyebrows knit, displeased.

This boy is a natural clotheshorse. He wears black shirts that can be considered old fashioned. But on him, it makes him look mature and of stable temperament… like black is his custom-made color. But since he"s wearing a white shirt, it contrasts his handsome, boyish look. He looks… angelic. Angelic? She can"t help but laugh at her thoughts.

The devil is a demon. How can he be an angel? She covers her mouth as she giggles. It is then when Han Qilu opens his eyes to see her giggling expression. With a serious expression, he asks, "Why are you laughing?"

Still smiling, An Chuxia answers, "Because… Han Qilu, how could you calmly lay in bed and sleep before a girl you"ve known for less than week? Aren"t you afraid she"d… strong jian you?"

Her satirical expression makes Han Qilu feel slightly irritated. He sits up and states, "If you"re willing to strong jian me, of course, I will not refuse." He provokes her with his raised eyebrow.

Sure enough, her face immediately turns fiery red. Grabbing the pillow next to her, she tries to pummel Han Qilu with it. "You"re such a rogue!"

Han Qilu easily evades the pillow. Stands up, he asks, "Are you really short on money?"

Her mouth partially opens in surprise. She wants to whack him with the pillow, but she abruptly stops. She sizes up menacing profile, but calms down quickly. How does he know she"s short on money? She is fully convinced what Han said about her being drunk is true. Otherwise, he couldn"t have known she"s short on money.

She stands in place serenely. Her facial features relax. "No one really feels they have enough money, but I don"t really need money… because there"s no need for me to use money in the first place."

He looks at Chuxia, soft and pure, flawless, yet, playful. Finally, he takes a step forward, reaches for her chin, and threatens, "Chuxia, before, I couldn"t wait for you to leave. Now, I don"t want to let you go. You can"t leave my side. Otherwise, I will make you pay dearly!"

His tough demeanor fills Chuxia with l.u.s.t and anger. She wheezes as her chest rises and falls quickly. "How is this your business? What do you mean you don"t want to let me go and I can"t leave you? Who do you think you are, the emperor? I am An Chuxia. I am not a person you can manipulate. I will do what I want!"

"Are you?" He looks down on her but he can"t help but be afraid. An Chuxia swallows hard but calmly meets his cold eyes. "Yes."

Translated, edited, and proofread by newbienoona

As he witnesses An Chuxia"s serious, but chaotic expression, he grabs her shoulders and kisses her. Half a minute later, he tightens his grip around her waist and lays her horizontally.

"Let go of me, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d! What are you doing?" Her voice falls. She is suddenly thrown on the sofa. He overshadows her before laying pressure on her body. Both of her arms fall to her side. Panic-stricken, she stares at him fiercely. Her heart beats quickly. Her cheeks iturn red against her volition.

She curses her useless heart. This isn"t the time to blush! Knitting her eyebrows, she calmly stares at Han Qilu and loudly says, "Do you really plan to strong jian me? I don"t think you would!"

Like a ghost, she feels a light breeze. She feels Han Qilu against her bosom, giving her gooseb.u.mps. Ah, she forgot Han Qilu is a person who is more open to persuasion than perversion! Before his complexion becomes cloudier, An Chuxia changes her disposition. Her hands that were once pinned between their chests snake around Han Qilu"s neck. She smiles. "Qilu gege, I know you won"t strong jian me. You wouldn"t want us to be with child, yes?"

Sure enough, cajoling him immediately makes him more gentle, but seriously fearful. He raises his eyebrow without speaking. His lips thin out as he stares at her. Strangely, she was scalding him with her fiery vision, but he returns her gaze with tenderness. He raises his chin, and suddenly, he laughs like a demon.

"Oh, great young master Qilu, ah, why aren"t you responding to my commentary? You know, I have this ability of not being able to censor myself! Sometimes, I think I’m possessed, but you"re not saying anything about it? But that"s not important. I know your patience and forgiveness, when it comes to me, is endless. Will you forgive me?" After saying this, her throat feels nauseated.

Heavens, she believes she"ll be forgiven for babbling and being ignorant. Ah, she"s doing everything to survive. Life is precious indeed… .

Han Qilu doesn"t speak. But once again, his eyebrows lift as he looks at her deeply. In the end, what kind of person is she? She isn"t afraid to die running ten laps around the playground. She can stubbornly stare down the rain as she looks for the road back home. She can smile while facing the bad landlord aunt. And because he kissed her, she doesn"t hesitate to slap him in the face. All this shows is she is strong and isn"t afraid of death.

However, if she isn"t afraid of death, why can a strong person like her turn dog-leg and immediately turn hostile? She also cries when she"s drunk, asking for money. He really doesn"t understand the changes in her.

"Young master Qilu, why aren"t you speaking? You’re starting to worry me." She wants to cry but she has no tears left to shed. Is it useless to plead to his softer side? Again, he can be persuaded, not coerced. If she fails, then she should be ashamed.

His Adam"s apple bobbles. His gaze on her hasn"t wavered. He asks her as if he"s pleading for her to solve the riddle. "Chuxia, who are you? Why can"t I completely understand you?"

An Chuxia gawks. Immediately, the corners of her mouth lifts. "Is there a song if it isn"t sung? "The more people care about it, the more people can"t see through it." Does this mean you care much about me? Ha ha ha."

Han Qilu doesn"t respond to her joke. Instead, he looks at the vague look in her eyes. She looks everywhere else but him. An Chuxia says awkwardly, "Don"t be upset. It"s a bad joke. It"s not funny but it"s a cold, hard, fact, right?"